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mould my heart into glimmering star pieces, i paint you in the sky with tears the same colour as spit. lover boy has papaya sap for skin, spins me like a buttercup in morning dew mama says my baby was born a star gazer
but nothing more.
his gaze lingers on mine for a bit too long when his kisses paint my skin the colour of night, lips too fast too arrhythmic too rough but still not as desperate as mine.
yes his skin is sweet, sweet enough to rot my teeth and sometimes my feet blister when he twirls me on top of smashed champagne bottle shard star pieces.
his lips are unripe i can taste the acrid between his teeth but i spin till i'm too dizzy to no longer feel his too fast breaths against my cheeks his fingers press too hardly against, gala apples dawn and sprout he picks them off and grows some more. says i look prettier now.
it's hard to tell the different between star pieces and heart pieces, but my baby crushes my heart like pomegranate seeds and places them in the sky
for him to see only.
//toxic relationships r the worst fr. inspired by losing you - boy pablo//
